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She then gracefully settled onto Lenon's lap, embodying a mixture of playfulness and seduction.
Bouncing her body up and down, delving into pleasure for both of them.
Tibby was very proud of herself. Among the Cyan slayer knights who died foolishly, she could meet the original residents of Upper Society and survive more than anyone else.
Tibby, undeterred by Mark's daily curses, took refuge in the assurance that her unconventional choices had kept her alive and secure.
"Mark, you can curse all you want, but here I am, still alive and kicking," Tibby retorted silently, a smirk playing on her lips. Well, I'll keep dancing on the edge and proving you wrong, Mark. Survival in the Upper Society is an art, and I've mastered it."
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The seasoned man's gaze lingered on the slender figure of the girl as he remarked, "I've heard there's another Cyan, besides you, who managed to endure after the first mission."